Ben's Electroshock Treatment
This is my first go at writing a furry bondage story. I've read some rather good bondage stories involved electricity, but decided to go for a whole different angle. The story also involved a lot of pseudo science that I made up for the story line. I make no claims to knowledge about neurology and the effects of electricity on the living. So, if you are willing to forgive any erroneous conceptions regarding electricity, I hope you will enjoy this story.
01/09/15: Having now first-hand experience of what it is really like to be in an electric chair (https://www.sofurry.com/view/804532), I find the depictions of Ben's experiences to be ludicrous. I am of a mind to remove these stories.
Ben's Electroshock Therapy
A coyote and a raccoon sat together in a quiet corner of the prison's staff cafeteria discussing the state of a patient both cared for a great deal. The raccoon leaned back in his chair and sighed, "The results of the tests on Ben are worse than I thought, Mitch."
The coyote's ears drooped, "How bad is it?"
"There is almost no activity in the pleasure centers of his brain. Even if he's physically masturbated until he has an orgasm, nothing shows up on the scans. He climaxes, but feels nothing more than just the tactile sensation of being touched." He shrugged and went on to say, "You may as well be stroking his elbow. It would be the same to him."
Mitch's eyes widened in surprise, "Gordon, how can that be? Ben has been such a loving pleasure slave. I and all the other guards here adore the guy, and love taking him to bed. From the way he moans as he's teased and played with and with all the other happy sounds he makes when he's mounted, you'd never think he was not deriving any pleasure from it."
Gordon just shook his head, "I'm afraid he's just been faking his pleasure. From what I can tell, he does that simply to please you."
"Yeah. That would fit in how he's been since arriving here all those months ago. I've rarely seen such a well-behaved and loving slave as that cat. He's never misbehaved and has only been spanked twice, and that was for minor honest mistakes"
"How did he react to the punishment?"
"From what I'm told, he only flinched a bit. Then again, he really was not hit that hard. Jon tells me that after being lightly spanked for that last little gaff he made, Ben devoted the entire evening to making that wolf cum again and again. He even woke him up the next morning with a blowjob."
The raccoon nodded, "Yeah. That would fit with his psychological profile. He is a true submissive in the fullest sense. He also seems to crave security and doesn't seem inclined to want anything more beyond what he has."
"That makes sense. When those other two offered to let him join them in their escape attempt, Ben actually declined. They had a real chance at freedom too, and almost succeeded before being caught, but Ben seemed happy to just stay behind and continue being our sex slave."
"Well, you and the other guards have also been good with him, and never mistreated him."
The coyote nodded back, "I'd have had the hide of any guard who was willfully cruel to that boy, but I doubt that that would ever happen. The four of us really love that cat. Being isolated at this prison colony minding this group of hard cases, it really helps to have such a loving slave warm our beds at night."
Gordon closed his eyes and sighed, "That's good to hear, Mitch, as it is quite likely that he needs you four more then you need him."
"Why do you say that?"
"You say that that was the first time he woke up screaming?"
Mitch nodded, "Yeah. He was out of bed and literally climbing the walls, yowling before I could calm him down."
The physician nodded, "I'm surprised he hasn't done it more often. Sleeping with you and the others has probably helped keep the night terrors away, but it was bound to happen sooner or later."
"Night terrors?!?"
"Yes. Sleeping alone at the clinic these last few nights, they have come back with a vengeance. He wakes up two, sometimes three times each night screaming"
"Do you have any idea why?"
"Yes. It took some coaxing, but I finally got him to tell me where the night terrors are from. Doctor-patient confidentiality prevents me of giving you any details, but suffice it to say that Ben was severely traumatized three months before coming here."
Mitch covered his eyes, feeling deeply sadden by the cat's plight as his friend continued to explain.
"This traumatic experience also ties in to the damage to those parts of his brain that allow him to experience pleasure." Sighing, Gordon finished by saying. "If it were not for you four, it is most likely that Ben would have committed suicide by now."
Mitch just groaned on hearing this. "I wish I could wipe whatever that trauma is from his mind. He doesn't deserve this."
"Ben wishes he could forget too. He actually wished he could forget his whole past and just remember his days here being with each of you."
Feeling sick to the heart, the coyote just groaned, "I don't know how we'll help him."
Gordon sat there with Mitch for several minutes as the two sat in silence, thinking of Ben. He did have an idea of how to help the coyote's pet, and after concluding that there were no other viable options, broke the silence.
"There may be a way we can help him."
"How?"
"The electroshock chamber in the neural lab." "What?!? You can't be serious!"
Gordon quickly tried to forestall the coyote's agitation, "Yes, I know we've used that chair on some of the hard cases here as a form of severe punishment and to drive any resistance out of them...."
Mitch cut in, "Damn right we did, and I understand that it was even used for executions on two occasions a few years ago."
The raccoon nodded and went on, "Yes, those are the most common uses for the device, but it was also designed for therapeutic uses as well."
"Electroshock therapy?" Mitch asked with an incredulous frown.
Gordon nodded, "I know it's probably not what you to hear, but the fact is that Ben is suffering from some severe mental trauma and some brain damage that were the result of that trauma."
The prison physician added, "This treatment could end up being of real help to him. Electrical current at key locations in his brain would remove his worse memories. He'd only have a vague memory that something bad in his past had happened to him, and would no longer be troubled by nightmares.
"I don't want his mind wiped and his personality replaced."
"And I am suggesting no such thing. Ben will still be Ben, but with all that mental trauma nothing more than a barely remembered memory no longer capable of terrorizing him in the night."
"I suppose..."
Gordon added, "and it should help with the brain damage too."
"Oh? How is sending electricity through his head going to help?"
"The reason Ben is no longer capable of feeling pleasure is because the neural pathways to that part of his brain were overloaded, leaving him able to only experience pain, which was used against him in a most cruel way."
Mitch became pensive for a moment. "That may explain why he has so low a pain threshold."
"Yes. Anything more than just a light spank would have felt like the worse physical torture to him. He is over-sensitized to pain since that part of his brain is now very overactive."
Feeling reassured, Mitch asked, "So how will this treatment fix that?"
Gordon sighed and rested his head in his hands. "You are not going to like this, my friend."
"What do you mean?"
"Because the opposite will have to be done to Ben."
"Meaning?"
"His pain centers will have to be overloaded so that they shut down before his pleasure center can be stimulated."
Mitch began to have a bad feeling as he listened to the raccoon.
"Ben will have to undergo the worse possible agony before he can feel pleasure. Electricity will have to go through every part of his body. With his over-sensitized pain centers, he will feel what those two condemned inmates felt when they were electrocuted."
"NO! You can't be serious? You want him tortured?"
Shaking his head, Gordon replied, "I wish there were another way, but it has to be like this." Pressing on before the coyote could protest any further, "The upside is that once his ability to feel pain shuts down, the electricity will no longer hurt. Then, the current can be focused to stimulate his pleasure centers to reawaken them."
With a sigh Mitch replied, "Well, I hope this will be enough to make it worth his while to endure this treatment."
"Gordon scratched his chin thoughtfully, "Actually, I think it will more than make it worth it for him."
"How so?"
"Just as his ability to feel pain is presently heightened, his ability to feel pleasure will be even more enhanced when this treatment is over. Even the electrical current going through his body will feel intensely pleasurable to him."
"I find that hard to believe."
"As unbelievable as it sounds, it's true. With his pain centers severely diminished, any strong stimulation will have nowhere to go but his pleasure centers.
With a grim expression, Mitch nodded, "Very well then. Have Ben undergo this treatment. I'll explain it to the others. The guys will not be pleased to hear this, but I think they'll agree it's for the best."
In a secluded corner of the ward, a small white cat curled up on his bed, staring blankly at the wall next to him. That is how Gordon found him upon returning from his lunch meeting with the chief prison guard.
"Hello Ben. How are you doing?"
Turning around, Ben gazed up at the raccoon, "Okay, I guess."
"I've had a chat with your master, Mitch just now and told him why you were having those nightmares and how you can't feel pleasure anymore."
"What did he say?" Ben asked, worried about what his master would say.
"He's really sad to hear about what had happened to you, and wants you to get better."
Curling back up in is bed, the cat closed his eyes even as tears welled up in them, "I wish I could get better too, Doctor."
"Actually, we might be able help you, Ben."
"You can make the bad dreams go away?"
"Yes, by making you forget your past until you hardly remember any of it.
Ben's ears perked up at the glimmer of hope being offered. "Really?"
"Yes, and at the same time, we think we can help you feel pleasure again too."
The cat smiled his first smile in days. "It would be nice to enjoy mating again. I really hated faking it like that for my masters."
"Mitch was quite touched that you'd go to such measure to please him. Your masters are all quite fond of you."
Ben's heart couldn't help but be warmed at the thought of being so wanted.
"Let's get started. Come with me, Ben."
Ben soon found himself sitting in a chair in the doctor's office with wires attached all over him. The majority were attached to various spots around his head. There was also a wire plugged into snug-fitting flexible cuffs around each of his wrists and ankles and to a collar around his neck. Another wire came out of a metal butt plug that was now inside him. Lastly, a metal ring around the base of his ball pouch and around the head of his cock also had thin wires plugged to them.
He looked on, perplexed, as the raccoon worked behind an instrument panel next to the chair he was sitting in. "Uh Doctor? How is this going to help me forget and help me enjoy sex again?"
"We need to first map out your brain and all the neural pathways in there. To do that, I need to record your response to various stimuli."
"Uh. This will not hurt, will it?"
"Don't worry. The most you'll feel is a light tingling. Like this."
Ben's legs suddenly twitched and the cat felt a tingling run up and down his legs, eliciting a startled yelp from him.
"That didn't hurt, did it?"
"No. I guess not. It just surprised me. That's all."
For the next half hour, he sat there as various combinations of arm and leg would tingle and twitch under the very light current while the doctor recorded the parts of the cat's brain that responded to the light jolts.
"Okay Ben. You are doing well. You should feel something from your collar next."
The cat gasped in surprise as he felt a light jolt to his nick, making his neck muscles clench briefly.
Picking up what looked like a mouth piece with an attached wire from the table next to him, Gordon turned to his patient. "Okay Ben. Hold this in your mouth for just a few seconds please."
Ben opened his mouth without another thought to accept the object. As his teeth slipped into place in the rubber mouth guard, he tasted and felt cool metal on his tongue, palette, and gums. It then occurred to him that he might not like this, but before he could spit it out, his mouth clenched shut around the mouth electrode. His eyes widened in surprise and watered in pain as the light current filled his muzzle.
Just as quickly, the current stopped and the gag fell out of his numb mouth. "Ouuuwww. Thwat hweut." He whimpered.
"Sorry about that Ben. Unfortunately, the inside of a mouth is so sensitive that electricity will hurt, no matter how small the current is." He picked up the mouth electrode and set it aside. "Just relax a bit now and rest."
While still unnerved from the experience, Ben soon recovered from the unpleasant sensation as the numbness in his mouth went away.
"Okay. Let's continue then. This next part should not hurt at all."
Suddenly, Ben felt his cock and balls tingle. In just seconds, the current made his member grow erect.
"How does that feel?"
"Okay, I guess. It tingles and is making me hard."
The doctor nodded, "Normally, that would be a very pleasurable sensation for a male, but given your condition, I guess that's the most that can be expected."
"You say that you'll be able to fix me so that I can enjoy this again?"
"Oh yes, and you should especially love this after your treatment."
Suddenly, Ben felt his anal muscles clench tightly around the metal butt plug and a stronger tingling running through his prostate to his cock. Within moments, he was grunting as his cock twitched and spurted seed onto the chair and floor in front of him.
Gasping from the unsatisfying electro ejaculation, he watched as his member spasm a few more times and then become limp as the current was turned off. Sighing, he replied, "I sure hope so Doctor."
Gordon spent the next few minutes going over the recordings of his patient's responses as Ben sat there, fidgeting. He then looked up and addressed the cat. "Okay Ben. This next part may be a bit unpleasant. In order to help you feel pleasure again, I need to map out the pain centers of your brain"
"Pain centers?" he whimpered.
"Yes. That way, when you undergo your treatment, they can be shut down. With that part no longer interfering, your pleasure centers can be stimulated so that they become active again."
Gordon really hated withholding the details of what was in store for Ben, but he feared that the cat would become terrified at the prospect of being almost literally electrocuted.
Doing his best to reassure the cat, he went on. "I'm going to send slightly stronger shocks through the same electrodes as before. It will hurt a bit, but I'll go as light as possible."
"Please Doctor, not the mouth again."
"No. We'll not do that again today. I've already recorded the pain from there."
For the next quarter hour, Ben sat there, squirming and whimpering as he endured the stronger shocks.
To Gordon's dismay, the image of the cat's pain centers flared up in red on his screen, seemingly amplifying the cat's torture until the lightest jolt had him screaming in anguish.
Both were relieved when the doctor was done mapping out this hyperactive part of his patient's brain. "That's it. No more jolts for today."
Ben sagged in the chair, feeling every joint in his body aching from the abnormal pain, and wondered if there would ever be an end to his torments.
Having finished mapping out the cat's pain centers, Gordon went about removing the electrodes around Ben's ankles, wrists, and neck. He also had him stand up and pulled the metal butt plug out and also removed the electrodes about the feline's genitals.
He then sat there, with only the wires around his head still attached as the doctor explained to Ben what he was to do next. "Okay, for the next part, we need to determine which neurons contain your memories of your traumatic experience."
Ben just numbly sat there, nodding.
"For this, I'll need to bring in Doctor Shelby."
Gordon made a call, and within minutes a petite female stoat walked in. Ben had already met her when he was admitted for evaluation after his night terrors were discovered and knew her as the prison psychologist.
Sitting in front of the white cat, she put him under hypnosis. For the next two hours, Ben relived the months he endured at the hands of his tormentors who now terrorized him in his dreams.
During that time, Gordon observed with a satisfied nod as he recorded the small corner of the troubled slave's brain where the offending memories resided. This was the part he would wipe from Ben's mind.
Ben was released from the medical ward and sent back to the prison guard quarters where his masters awaited him. Mitch was there, waiting for him and the coyote took his pet into a warm embrace. To the cat's surprise, he found himself being doted upon by Mitch and the other three guards as each in turn came off duty.
While one would either watch a vid, or another exercise, or another cook a meal, Ben would find himself in the arms of one of the guards, who would cuddle with him, or sit there, brushing his soft white fur. He couldn't help but be embarrassed by such loving attention and repeatedly tried to get up and help with the cooking or attend to the needs of one of his masters, but none of them would let him.
That night, he found himself in bed with Mitch. The coyote just held him in his arms, as if trying to protect him.
"Master? What's wrong? Do you not want to mate with your pleasure slave?"
With a sigh, he replied, "We are all just saddened to know how much you've been hurting inside, Ben, and are unable to enjoy the physical pleasure you've given each of us since you've been our pet."
Ben laid there in his master's arms and nodded. "Doctor Gordon says he can make my bad dreams go away and at the same time make it possible for me to enjoy pleasure again. Do you know what he's talking about?"
Mitch silently cursed. He had been afraid this question would be asked, and his further silence was now making the cat nervous.
Reluctantly, he answered, "You are going to undergo some intense therapy tomorrow that will take care of your nightmares. I don't know the details, but the doctor tells me that your life before you came here was a really unhappy one that you wish you could forget."
Ben sighed, still haunted by the memories of his past. "I do wish I could forget, yes."
"From what the doctor tells me, the therapy you will undergo tomorrow will remove those terrible memories."
"How are they going to do that, Master?"
Mitch's further silence puzzled the cat. "Master, you and the others seemed troubled tonight. Does this therapy have something to do with it?"
The coyote inwardly groaned. He really did not wish to lie to Ben, but didn't want to frighten the cat either. "Yes, my pet." He paused for a moment and decided to tell him a half truth. "I don't exactly understand how they will do it, but I'm told that the treatment you'll undergo tomorrow will be quite unpleasant."
"Unpleasant? How so?" Ben asked in a quiet voice.
Dodging the question, Mitch went on, "Well I should say unpleasant for the first part of your treatment, but Doctor Gordon says it will then become very pleasurable for the second part."
"But how are they going..." Ben's further questions were cut off by a gentle finger against his nose.
"Hush now. No more questions tonight. You need to rest. So go to sleep."
Even with his master holding him close in a protective embrace as he slumbered, Ben was unable to nsleep that night as he remembered the tests he went through earlier that day and kept wondering and worrying about the treatment he was to undergo in the slowly approaching morning.
Ben was roused awake from a half-dozing, fitful sleep by his master and was soon lead down the halls of the prison's medical wing to the neurological lab where they met Doctor Gordon. The raccoon greeted them with a nod.
Mitch turned to his slave. "Okay Ben. I need to go on duty now. I'm going to leave you with the doctor here. He'll take good care of you."
Alone with the doctor, the cat followed him down a series of corridors to an examination room. He was told to strip and after a brief physical exam, the physician went to a cabinet and took out electric clippers.
"Okay Ben. It's time to get you ready for your treatment."
Without a further word, Gordon set about trimming the cat's soft white fur around his wrist and ankles until the underlying skin was visible through a thin fuzz of fur. He then ran the trimmer around his neck just as short. The entire top of Ben's head, down to the sides just below his ears was also trimmed.
Feeling his nearly bare head, he couldn't help but ask. "Why are you doing this Doctor?"
"It's to make sure there is good contact between your skin and the electrodes?"
Frowning, he asked, "Electrodes?"
Gordon then moved the cat's knees further apart. "Hold still, Ben." He then carefully ran the trimmer through the fur covering the cat's scrotum.
Recalling the previous day's tests, he uneasily asked, "You're not going to be giving me shocks again, are you Doctor?"
"I'm afraid so," the raccoon reluctantly answered. "We've determined that the best way to help you is by some intense electroshock therapy."
Eyes wide and shaking his head, Ben tried to reason his way out. "Uh. Isn't that a bit much, Doctor? I really don't want to go through those shocks again."
Having finished with the fur trimming, Gordon cleaned and put the clippers away, saying, "I'm afraid you don't have a say in the matter. We will not have you fall into depression and commit suicide. This is the only way to make you better."
Without a further word, the cat was gently taken by the arm and lead from the exam room down another short hallway through a door labeled "Electroshock Therapy." Once inside, he was led by a square window behind a control panel, getting a brief glimpse of a chair within.
The doctor lead him around the side of the chamber and opened the door and Ben got is first look at the electroshock chair. Ominous in appearance, the chair sat over a circular metal grating. Four sets of heavy leather straps with buckles hung from the back of the chair. Two other pairs came out of the seat of the chair, with one obviously for each thigh. Each arm rest had an attached leather arm cuff. A set of leg cuffs hung from leg supports below the front edge of the seat. Metal wrist and ankle cuffs built into the chair sat open in waiting. A metal collar built into the back of the chair also sat open. All the metal cuffs and the collar seemed to be lined with a wet, glistening foam. Heavy wires ran from a box in the back of the chair to the arms and seat. Two wires went from under the seat to each leg support, just behind the metal ankle cuff. A conduit ran along the floor from the chair to the facing wall, on up to the one-way window and to the control panel on the other side. Ben's eyes then caught the glint of metal from the seat of the chair, partially hidden by the loose straps, and he saw a large polished metal butt plug sticking out of the seat of the chair.
Turning to the doctor, he pleaded, "Please Sir. I don't want to do this."
Shaking his head sadly, "I'm afraid you have no choice. This is for your own good."
On cue, a black bear came in to assist. With strong, but gentle hands, he firmly forced the nervous cat to bend forward. Ben felt something press against his tail hole and suddenly his back passage was filled with a cold, lubricating cream.
"There, that should be enough to provide good electrical conduction, as well as relax his anal muscles. Alright Samuel, you can let him up."
Gordon then turned the nervous cat around and walked him backwards towards the seat of the chair.
When the back of his legs touched the edge of the chair, Ben panicked and began to struggle. "Please! No!"
The bear came forward and placing a large hand on each side of the cat's waist, lifted him up.
"Gently, Samuel. He's very dear to the guards."
"Yes Doctor," rumbled the bear.
Ben found himself being forced down into the seat of the chair, slowly impaled onto the large metal butt plug. Before he could even try to get up, Samuel quickly buckled the leather belts about his waist and stomach while Gordon secured the leather cuffs about his thighs and legs. As the ursine assistant buckled the cat's arm cuffs, the doctor crossed the two remaining straps across Ben's chest, with a metal disk at the center, right over his heart, where he felt a metal contact press in.
Gordon then applied a good coating of the electro-cream to the frightened cat's ankles and closed the metal ankle cuffs, locking them. He then went on to do the same with the metal wrist cuffs, also closing and locking them. Straightening up, he finished applying a good amount of cream around Ben's neck.
Feeling the metal collar close tightly around his neck and hearing the click of the lock engaging, Ben realized he was helpless and all struggle left him.
The physician saw that the cat's eyes were fully dilated and he was slipping into a full panic. Firmly gripping him on each side of his head, he shouted to the cat. "Ben! Listen to me!"
Blinking, his eyes snapped into focus upon the raccoon's.
Having gotten his attention, Gordon went on. "I know you are scared Ben, and with good reason. I will not lie to you. When the current hits, you will feel the worse pain you've ever felt in your life, but it will not last!"
"What's going to happen to me?" Ben whined.
In a gentle voice, Gordon continued, "You will feel pleasure again, but a hundred fold of what you've ever experienced in your life....and all the bad memories of your life before you came here will be gone."
"Okay," Ben whispered in a quiet, frightened voice.
The raccoon nodded and went over each of the leather straps holding the cat down, tightening a few even further so that he could barely move at all.
He then opened the tube of electro-cream and coated the cat's ball pouch. Pulling out of his jacket pocket a clear plastic bag containing genital electrodes, he broke the seal and first removed a clear latex pouch bisected by one metal ring, with an attached metal ring at the open end of the pouch.
Ben felt each of his balls gently pushed into the latex pouch so that the ringed opening fit snugly around the base, right against his body, and the bisecting ring pushed up tightly between his balls.
Taking the cat's partial erection in hand, Gordon began to masturbate Ben, coating his gland with more electro-cream until he was fully erect. He then took out of the plastic bag a clear rubber sheath with a metal cap at the end for the gland. Ben couldn't help but be nervous when he saw that a long, hollow sound extended from inside the metal cap.
Nodding to the cat, Gordon said, "This may be a bit uncomfortable going in, but you'll get used to it." The raccoon then took Ben's erection in hand again and slowly guided the sound down his slit, making the cat hiss in discomfort, until the metal cap fit snuggly around the swollen gland and the clear rubber sheath fully covered the cat's erection.
While Ben was getting used to the sound in his piss slit, Samuel briefly left the chamber and returned with a milking can, with a clear tube connected to it, and a pump. The milker was put down in front of the chair, and the pump connected to it. The free end of the clear hose was connected to the open end of the sound protruding from the cock cap.
The raccoon then took two bundled electrical wires and plugged them into a small receptacle in the seat of the chair between the cat's legs. The other ends were connected to small plugs in the side of the cock cap and the main ring in the ball electrode.
Leaving the cat trembling nervously in his seat, Gordon stepped out of the chamber for a moment and returned carrying a helmet, with latex ear sleeves sticking out of the top, and a muzzle. His eyes locked apprehensively on the helmet and the heavy wires on its outer surface around the latex ear sleeves. In a quaking voice, he tried to voice his fear, "Doctor?"
"Yes Ben. You'll have to wear this electroshock helmet too."
"Nooooo! Please sir! Not my head too!" he wailed.
The doctor coated Ben's head heavily with electro-cream as the cat wept fearfully. He then lifted the helmet and pushed it down onto his head, guiding the cat's ears into the sleeves, and pulled it tightly on with the chin strap.
When Gordon lifted the muzzle into view, Ben's eyes widened in fear when he saw the metal mouth electrode within. He vainly tried to turn his head away, the chair's collar electrode holding his neck immobilized, and whimpered.
The doctor gently, but forcefully pushed the electrode into his unwilling mouth until his teeth settled into the rubber bit. The muzzle straps were then pulled over the cat's muzzle and snapped onto his shock helmet and buckled behind his head, securing it in place and keeping his mouth tightly shut around the electrode.
Ben gave out muffled whimpers as he felt the wire being connected to his helmet and looked on in abject terror as the doctor plugged wires into the front of his mouth electrode.
Gordon's heart went out for his patient. Knowing that the cat was terrified beyond reasoning, he quickly snapped on the blindfold and buckled it securely behind his head without further delay. With a quick final check of all the connections, the raccoon and bear left the chamber, closing the door behind him.
Plunged into darkness, Ben gave a muffled sob as he sat there in complete isolation, waiting in terror for the current that would go through him.
From behind the panel, Gordon turned on the control systems, keeping his professional detachment as he focused on getting his patient through his ordeal as quickly as possible.
Loading into the computer the scans of Ben's brain, he flipped a switch to initiate the pre-programmed routine to initiate system calibration.
Low current flowed through the cat's legs, going from ankle to ankle. Ben screamed as the painful shock made his legs twitch.
"Damn. That low current level should not have hurt, but he's so hypersensitive to pain that even that's too much for him." The raccoon swore as he watched the cat writhe in the chair.
After 15 seconds, the current stopped and then quickly kicked in going from his left wrist to his left ankle, making that entire side spasm. Another 15 seconds passed and then the current flowed through his right side.
The cat then cried out as he felt current go through his arms and across his chest, going from wrist to wrist. Another current pulsed from his chest electrode with each beat of his heart.
Gordon nodded in satisfaction as the pulses from the chest electrode prevented the cat from having a heart attack.
The sequence continued with current gong from Ben's left wrist to his right ankle for another 15 seconds and then from the right wrist to the left ankle for another 15 seconds.
The raccoon watched in dismay as the imaging of the cat's pain centers flared up in bright red on the panel monitor. "Damn! It's getting worse."
Ben screamed out with each jolt, the pain getting more unbearable with each moment. It only got worse when he suddenly felt the current run down his spine from his neck to his anus. The cat thrashed against his bonds in a futile attempt to get away.
His mouth suddenly felt like it was filled with prickling needles as the sensitive flesh was assaulted by the current from the mouth electrode. The next moment, his whole mind was filled with a sense of horror as the current went through his brain.
The current then stopped and Ben sagged in the chair, sobbing in despair.
It took every last bit of Gordon's will to maintain his emotional detachment as he watched the lovable cat be put through such torment. He watched the monitor on the control panel read back that the calibration sequence was complete. Doing his best to not think of what was about to happen, he dialed up the setting to the highest safe level and initiated the main shock therapy program.
Electricity suddenly slammed through Ben's entire being. His arms and legs clenched up painfully against the leather straps holding him down. He felt like thousands of needles were prickling him all over his body. His wrists, ankles, and neck felt like they were being cut by razor blades. The current surged through his brain, his vision filling with blue, green, and pink speckles. From his head, the electricity raced down his spine, making his back arch against the leather straps and his anal muscles clench painfully around the metal butt plug. In that fearful moment, Ben experienced agony beyond anything imagined as every nerve in his body felt like it was set afire.
Unable to breath, let along scream, he remained locked in the merciless grip of the electricity coursing through his body for what felt like an eternity to him. His tortured body screaming for air, he suddenly felt a change in the flow of electricity and his diaphragm flexed on its own, making him exhale and inhale deeply in a steady cycle. If anything, the fresh supply of oxygen only served to sharpen his awareness and agony, but before he could even make a sound, current flared to life in his muzzle and throat, making him bite down hard on the mouth electrode and silencing his screams.
From the control panel on the other side of the observation window, Gordon silently watched as Ben sat there, gripped in the electricity flowing through him. Seeing that every nerve in the cat's body now was screaming in unbearable pain, he initiated the next sequence in the shock chamber's programming.
The current from Ben's electroshock helmet suddenly bore through the pain centers of his brain, and the cat knew nothing else but total agony. On the monitor, Gordon watched as that part of his patient's tortured mind reached its highest intensity and remained there for several minutes. Then, as he had expected and hoped, the neurons in his pain center began to overload and shut down.
All that Ben knew was that somewhere along the way, the agonizing pain began to fade until he was no longer hurting. His awareness of his surroundings returned. He could still feel his whole body tingle, every muscle cramping as he remained locked in the grip of the current, but he no longer perceived it as pain.
From his control panel, the raccoon nodded, relieved that his patient's torment was at an end. He typed a few more commends in and initiated the next program sequence.
Ben's mind suddenly exploded in unimaginable pleasure and all his fears evaporated. The cat plunged into a blissful euphoria as the current surged through his brain's pleasure center. The pleasure spread from his brain down to the rest of his body and he felt like he was being caressed by the electricity itself. He could not understand why he was feeling so wonderful, but was beyond caring. The pain he had felt before paled in comparison to what he was experiencing now, and he fervently hoped it would never end.
His pleasure intensified even further when his genital electrodes flared to life. Current surged from his clenching tail hole through his prostate to his testicles and up the length of his erect shaft. Within seconds, a delicious tension built up between his legs to an intense climax. He felt like he'd moan in pleasure, but his muzzle was still clamped shut around the electrified gag.
As his first orgasm abated, current surged through his testicles and intensified his arousal further while hormones surged through his blood. Within seconds, he felt another round of strong spasms run through his member in a second powerful climax. Immediately, another jolt of electricity flowed through his testicles, drawing out a third climax just as the second ended.
Soon, the cat's orgasms began to blend together, one after another in a continuous stream of semen spurting out through the sound to the milking can below, and Ben felt like he was cumming continuously.
Locked in the electrical embrace, he lost all sense of time, where he was, and what was happening to him. All that existed in his world was the extreme pleasure through his entire being, punctuated by the constant orgasm.
Gordon watched in amazement at the steady stream of semen flowing through the clear tube from the cat, having not expected the phenomenal boost in the production as the feline climaxed nonstop.
Just then, Mitch walked in. "Hello Doctor. How is my slave doing?"
"Mitch, I had not expected to see you until later."
"I'm on my lunch break and I've been worried for Ben all morning."
Nodding, the raccoon turned back to his console and answered the coyote's question.
"It's just as well you were not here earlier. As expected, Ben became terrified when he realized what we were going to put him through." Swallowing a lump in his throat, Gordon went on in a chocked voice. "He kept pleading with me to not do this to him, but I knew it was for his own good."
Mitch nodded, almost afraid to look through the view window where he would see his pet in the electroshock chair.
The doctor continued, "When the current first hit, he screamed in pain. I could see on the monitor his pain center flare up to terrifying levels. He must have been in unbelievable agony when the main treatment began, but as I had expected his ability to feel pain faded until that part of his brain shut down."
Drawing the coyote's attention to the screen, he pointed to an image of the cat's brain. "See? His pain centers have completely shut down. This part in very bright blue, on the other hand, is his pleasure center."
Mitch's eyes widened in astonishment. He then looked up from the panel in through the window at his pet, tightly bound and unmoving, his hands clenched tight as electricity coursed through him. His eyes then drifted to the cat's cock and balls and he noticed the stream of white flowing from the end of the cat's shaft into the milking can. "How many orgasms has he had?"
"I'm not sure. That's the amazing part. He seems to be climaxing continuously."
The coyote turned around and faced the doctor. "You have got to be kidding me."
"I'm serious. Look at that tube coming from his coronal stimulator. It's connected to a sound extending down his urethra. There's a continuous flow of semen from him."
Gordon then noticed that there seemed to be less of the milky substance flowing from the cat than before. "Though there's not as much as before. He could be dehydrating from all those orgasms."
"Perhaps he's had enough electroshock therapy then?"
"Maybe....Go on inside, but don't touch him until I shut down the power."
Mitch walked around the side of the chamber and opened the door, hearing the loud hum from the shock chair. There sat his beloved slave, bound in leather straps and electricity, wearing an electroshock helmet, gagged, and blindfolded. Drool covered the cat's mouth, flowing down his chin. A moment later, the hum died down and the cat's whole body went limp
For Ben, the world outside his sphere of intense pleasure and continuous orgasms did not exist. All he knew was that he never wanted to leave. Suddenly, the electricity filling his being began to quickly fade and then vanished. He sat there in confusion, his body suddenly feeling heavy. As his other senses returned, he realized that the current had stopped flowing and began to whimper.
Gordon walked into the chamber just as Ben started making muffled whimpers. After dimming the lights, he unbuckled the blindfold and removed it, handing it to the coyote. He then unplugged the mouth electrode and unbuckled the straps, slipping the electrode out his mouth.
With his muzzle freed, Ben sobbed, fearing that he'd never feel such intense pleasure again.
Misunderstanding the cat's feelings, the raccoon hurried to loosen the straps on the shock helmet until Ben shook his head, not wanting the helmet to be removed. "Please! It can't end now," he whimpered. He looked up at the doctor with anguished eyes and pleaded, "Send me back, please."
Guard and doctor looked at each other then back at the slave. Gordon asked, "You want your electroshock therapy to continue?"
"Yes. Please Doctor. It felt so wonderful. Can't I have more?"
Gordon scratched his chin in thought. "Well, at this point, I don't see the harm. It has done you a lot of good." Thinking it through a bit further, he nodded, "Okay, we'll continue your treatment for a while longer, but first, you need to drink some water to keep you hydrated."
Ben was made to drink from a straw that was fed to him by his master as the doctor performed a quick examination of his patient.
The raccoon then picked up the mouth electrode, cleaned it, and turned to face the cat, "Ready?"
Eyes brightening at the site of the leather muzzle with its electrode, Ben's response was to immediately open his mouth wide.
Chuckling, the doctor slid the electrode back into the cat's mouth, his teeth quickly settling into the deep impressions they had already made. Gordon tightened the straps around the cat's muzzle, firmly holding it shut around the gag, and secured it in place by buckling the straps around his head and snapping it to the helmet.
The cat hummed and mumbled his thanks, his eyes shining in gratitude before they closed as the blindfold was snapped and buckled back into place. Calmly he sat there as his master and doctor left the chamber, closing the door behind them.
Moments later, Ben's whole body lurched forward against the straps as electricity once again poured into him, filling his vision with colored speckles and his mind with intense pleasure. His teeth sank deeper into the rubber bit in his mouth as the current flowing from the electrode filled his mouth with an indescribably pleasant tingle and made him bite down hard. Current ran down his spine to the butt plug, making his anal muscles clench tight, and spread out to his rigid arms and legs.
As his mind was slipping back into its blissful euphoria, his pleasure intensified when electricity once again surged through his prostate to his cock and balls, making him instantly climax hard. His orgasms quickly blended together until his member was throbbing continuously. Ben once again found himself immersed in the most intense pleasure he had ever known, and the passage of time lost all meaning for him. At some point, his pleasure suddenly intensified until it was more than he could endure and he lost consciousness.
Outside the chamber, Gordon monitored his patient's vitals over the next half hour as electricity continued to flow through him and his seed filled the milking can. When the flow of his semen become no more than a trickle, he decided that the cat had undergone enough electroshock therapy and sent one final strong, sustained burst of electricity through his brain, making him loose consciousness. He then had the current focused on one offending corner of the cat's brain and sent an extra powerful burst, wiping the memories that resided there. Having done that, he dialed the power back until it was off and shut down the system.
He walked back into the now quiet chamber, and set about releasing the Ben from the chair. He first removed his blindfold and set it aside, and then quickly disconnected the mouth electrode and helmet, removing them both. The leather straps and cuffs holding him to the chair were in short order unbuckled and loosened. The chair's metal cuff electrodes and shock collar all snapped open with a press of a button. Gordon then lifted Ben off the chair, the metal butt plug sliding out of him with a wet sound.
The doctor carried the cat in his arms and laid him down on a gurney outside the chamber. He then directed Samuel to bathe him and take him back to the main ward.
Ben's mind slowly drifted back into that place half-way between sleep and wakefulness with a sense of having just had a pleasant dream, though he could not remember what it was about. He lay there, drifting as his awareness gradually returned. As he drifted awake, he realized he was in a warm comfortable bed, tucked underneath soft sheets.
Opening his eyes, he saw that he was back in the hospital ward, and wondered how he got there. It is then that he recalled the events earlier from the last few days. He remembered being admitted to the medical ward. He remembered all the tests he went through, but he mostly remembered the electroshock therapy: his terror, intense agony as if he were being electrocuted, and then pleasure beyond anything he ever thought possible.
Tears welled in his eyes as he realized it was unlikely he would ever return to such a blissful state. He curled in his bed and quietly wept.
He then felt a gentle hand rest on his head and heard the voice of his master. "My dearest pet, why are you crying?"
"Because my treatment is over and I'll never have that wonderful feeling again, Sir."
"Oh, I wouldn't say that, Pet" Mitch answered. He then ran one hand through the cat's chest fur, gently raking his claws through the hairs. At the same time, he wrapped the fingers of his other hand around Ben's growing erection and began masturbating him. He gasped at the unexpectedly intense pleasure and then his eyes rolled back in his head as a strong orgasm hit him. His back arched and he coated his master's fingers and his stomach with seed.
Gasping, he looked down at his erection as his master released his grip on the feline's shaft and was surprised to find that he was still quite hard.
"The wonderful feelings have only begun, Pet."